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We lit a fire, burnt an offering, and took some chess to eat; then sat in silence around the emberswaiting

(lines 1-3)

Poseidon Lord, who sets the Earth atremble, broke it up on the rocks at your lands end. A wind from seaward served him, drove us there. We are survivors, these good men and I

(lines 55-58)

Now, by the gods, I drove my hand spike deep in the embers, charring it again, and cheered my men along with battle talk to keep their courage up: no quitting now.

(lines 150-153)

Neither reply nor pity came from him, but in one stride he clutched at my companions and caught two in his hands like squirming puppies to beat their brains out, spattering the floor.

(lines 59-62)

Here´s liquor to wash down your scraps of men. Taste it, and see the kind of drink we carried under our planks.

(lines 124-126)

O cyclopes! Would you feast on my companions? Puny, am I, in a Caveman´s hands? How do you like beating that we gave you, you damned cannibal? Eater of guests under your roof! Zeus and the gods have paid you!

lines(258-262

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We lit a fire, burnt an offering, and took some chess to eat; then sat in silence around the emberswaiting

(lines 1-3)

Poseidon Lord, who sets the Earth atremble, broke it up on the rocks at your lands end. A wind from seaward served him, drove us there. We are survivors, these good men and I

(lines 55-58)

Now, by the gods, I drove my hand spike deep in the embers, charring it again, and cheered my men along with battle talk to keep their courage up: no quitting now.

(lines 150-153)

Neither reply nor pity came from him, but in one stride he clutched at my companions and caught two in his hands like squirming puppies to beat their brains out, spattering the floor.

(lines 59-62)

Here´s liquor to wash down your scraps of men. Taste it, and see the kind of drink we carried under our planks.

(lines 124-126)

O cyclopes! Would you feast on my companions? Puny, am I, in a Caveman´s hands? How do you like beating that we gave you, you damned cannibal? Eater of guests under your roof! Zeus and the gods have paid you!

lines(258-262

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We lit a fire, burnt an offering, and took some chess to eat; then sat in silence around the emberswaiting

(lines 1-3)

Poseidon Lord, who sets the Earth atremble, broke it up on the rocks at your lands end. A wind from seaward served him, drove us there. We are survivors, these good men and I

(lines 55-58)

Now, by the gods, I drove my hand spike deep in the embers, charring it again, and cheered my men along with battle talk to keep their courage up: no quitting now.

(lines 150-153)

Neither reply nor pity came from him, but in one stride he clutched at my companions and caught two in his hands like squirming puppies to beat their brains out, spattering the floor.

(lines 59-62)

Here´s liquor to wash down your scraps of men. Taste it, and see the kind of drink we carried under our planks.

(lines 124-126)

O cyclopes! Would you feast on my companions? Puny, am I, in a Caveman´s hands? How do you like beating that we gave you, you damned cannibal? Eater of guests under your roof! Zeus and the gods have paid you!

lines(258-262

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We lit a fire, burnt an offering, and took some chess to eat; then sat in silence around the emberswaiting

(lines 1-3)

Poseidon Lord, who sets the Earth atremble, broke it up on the rocks at your lands end. A wind from seaward served him, drove us there. We are survivors, these good men and I

(lines 55-58)

Now, by the gods, I drove my hand spike deep in the embers, charring it again, and cheered my men along with battle talk to keep their courage up: no quitting now.

(lines 150-153)

Neither reply nor pity came from him, but in one stride he clutched at my companions and caught two in his hands like squirming puppies to beat their brains out, spattering the floor.

(lines 59-62)

Here´s liquor to wash down your scraps of men. Taste it, and see the kind of drink we carried under our planks.

(lines 124-126)

O cyclopes! Would you feast on my companions? Puny, am I, in a Caveman´s hands? How do you like beating that we gave you, you damned cannibal? Eater of guests under your roof! Zeus and the gods have paid you!

lines(258-262

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We lit a fire, burnt an offering, and took some chess to eat; then sat in silence around the emberswaiting

(lines 1-3)

Poseidon Lord, who sets the Earth atremble, broke it up on the rocks at your lands end. A wind from seaward served him, drove us there. We are survivors, these good men and I

(lines 55-58)

Now, by the gods, I drove my hand spike deep in the embers, charring it again, and cheered my men along with battle talk to keep their courage up: no quitting now.

(lines 150-153)

Neither reply nor pity came from him, but in one stride he clutched at my companions and caught two in his hands like squirming puppies to beat their brains out, spattering the floor.

(lines 59-62)

Here´s liquor to wash down your scraps of men. Taste it, and see the kind of drink we carried under our planks.

(lines 124-126)

O cyclopes! Would you feast on my companions? Puny, am I, in a Caveman´s hands? How do you like beating that we gave you, you damned cannibal? Eater of guests under your roof! Zeus and the gods have paid you!

lines(258-262

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We lit a fire, burnt an offering, and took some chess to eat; then sat in silence around the emberswaiting

(lines 1-3)

Poseidon Lord, who sets the Earth atremble, broke it up on the rocks at your lands end. A wind from seaward served him, drove us there. We are survivors, these good men and I

(lines 55-58)

Now, by the gods, I drove my hand spike deep in the embers, charring it again, and cheered my men along with battle talk to keep their courage up: no quitting now.

(lines 150-153)

Neither reply nor pity came from him, but in one stride he clutched at my companions and caught two in his hands like squirming puppies to beat their brains out, spattering the floor.

(lines 59-62)

Here´s liquor to wash down your scraps of men. Taste it, and see the kind of drink we carried under our planks.

(lines 124-126)

O cyclopes! Would you feast on my companions? Puny, am I, in a Caveman´s hands? How do you like beating that we gave you, you damned cannibal? Eater of guests under your roof! Zeus and the gods have paid you!

lines(258-262

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We lit a fire, burnt an offering, and took some chess to eat; then sat in silence around the emberswaiting

(lines 1-3)

Poseidon Lord, who sets the Earth atremble, broke it up on the rocks at your lands end. A wind from seaward served him, drove us there. We are survivors, these good men and I

(lines 55-58)

Now, by the gods, I drove my hand spike deep in the embers, charring it again, and cheered my men along with battle talk to keep their courage up: no quitting now.

(lines 150-153)

Neither reply nor pity came from him, but in one stride he clutched at my companions and caught two in his hands like squirming puppies to beat their brains out, spattering the floor.

(lines 59-62)

Here´s liquor to wash down your scraps of men. Taste it, and see the kind of drink we carried under our planks.

(lines 124-126)

O cyclopes! Would you feast on my companions? Puny, am I, in a Caveman´s hands? How do you like beating that we gave you, you damned cannibal? Eater of guests under your roof! Zeus and the gods have paid you!

lines(258-262

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We lit a fire, burnt an offering, and took some chess to eat; then sat in silence around the emberswaiting

(lines 1-3)

Poseidon Lord, who sets the Earth atremble, broke it up on the rocks at your lands end. A wind from seaward served him, drove us there. We are survivors, these good men and I

(lines 55-58)

Now, by the gods, I drove my hand spike deep in the embers, charring it again, and cheered my men along with battle talk to keep their courage up: no quitting now.

(lines 150-153)

Neither reply nor pity came from him, but in one stride he clutched at my companions and caught two in his hands like squirming puppies to beat their brains out, spattering the floor.

(lines 59-62)

Here´s liquor to wash down your scraps of men. Taste it, and see the kind of drink we carried under our planks.

(lines 124-126)

O cyclopes! Would you feast on my companions? Puny, am I, in a Caveman´s hands? How do you like beating that we gave you, you damned cannibal? Eater of guests under your roof! Zeus and the gods have paid you!

lines(258-262

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  • Poseidon Lord, who sets the Earth atremble, broke it up on the rocks at your lands end. A wind from seaward served him, drove us there. We are survivors, these good men and I(lines 55-58)
  • We lit a fire, burnt an offering, and took some chess to eat; then sat in silence around the embers waiting(lines 1-3)
  • Neither reply nor pity came from him, but in one stride he clutched at my companions and caught two in his hands like squirming puppies to beat their brains out, spattering the floor.(lines 59-62)
  • Here´s liquor to wash down your scraps of men. Taste it, and see the kind of drink we carried under our planks.(lines 124-126)
  • Now, by the gods, I drove my hand spike deep in the embers, charring it again, and cheered my men along with battle talk to keep their courage up: no quitting now.(lines 150-153)
  • O cyclopes! Would you feast on my companions? Puny, am I, in a Caveman´s hands? How do you like beating that we gave you, you damned cannibal? Eater of guests under your roof! Zeus and the gods have paid you!lines(258-262
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